When time seems to revenge,

for an unknown sin.

You wonder where you erred,

for the mess you’re in.

You can’t help but think,

is it my fault, why me?

And answers elude,

the little hope you see.

Don’t drudge your dreams,

for they have wings to fly,

to a world that’s yours,

where words don’t lie.

Dream, and love and imagine a place,

where tears, but of joy,

would adorn your face.

Where the soil sings of smiles,

and joy swirls in the air..

Live as you ought,

but let a part of you be there.

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